[Dude, handsy. He'd be far more flirtatious and dirty-minded in a situation like this, but he honestly is just so fucking tired, he can't even conceive of it. Even if he weren't so tired his eyes feel like they've been scrub-daddied, the precursors made some pretty harsh work of his mojo. Feels like he'll never feel right again, sometimes.
He relaxes against Peter like he's a pillow, but he stubbornly keeps his eyes open, studying the ceiling.]
... Sounds like my kind of lady. I've got exes just like that.
[He's got terrible tastes in partners sometimes. It's a flaw. But in fairness, he's pretty sure they have terrible tastes in partners sometimes, too, considering they decided he was a viable option as a boyfriend.]
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He relaxes against Peter like he's a pillow, but he stubbornly keeps his eyes open, studying the ceiling.]
... Sounds like my kind of lady. I've got exes just like that.
[He's got terrible tastes in partners sometimes. It's a flaw. But in fairness, he's pretty sure they have terrible tastes in partners sometimes, too, considering they decided he was a viable option as a boyfriend.]
Lemme guess: you guys got on her bad side?